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Thanks for checking out episode 641 of the Jamhole. We have a pretty amazing show for you this time around. Pardon all the snowmobile chat in the last few episodes, but at least winter is over now right? Want to be a part of the snowmobile chat next year? Join us for the Winter Wonderland trip. Email in if you are interested in attending and come do something you’ve probably never done before. It’s better than drugs. Here’s some notes.

Let me tell you a little story about a person, male or female so as not to offend the latter, who had one dream his whole life. He was allowed only one dream, but as soon as he chose what that dream would be, it lasted for eternity. Growing up as a small child, he was always taught to walk in the light rather the dark, smile instead of frown, and look up instead of down. You know the type. Strong, liberated, medium sized titties and long red hair. (I really just wanna see if we get any hits for people searching “strong, liberated, medium sized titties and long red hair”). As she developed and grew, her body blossoming into the ideal image of beauty, she was always taught to think about the dream. This is the most important thing you will ever do, don’t fuck it up. This is forever, this is the purpose of your life, and if you pick something without spending a lifetime fine tuning and molding that one perfect scenario, you will regret it for an eternity. Drugs, money, bitches, dicks and assholes. Sounds good to me. Your whole existence amounts to nothing more than an eight second loop of something your brain doesn’t even comprehend the process enough to fucking process. Your like three blind mice looking for a huge smelly block of cheese, and once you eat the cheese it makes you all constipated, but you can’t help to eat all the cheese because your a rat and that’s what rats fucking eat. So it clogs up your shitter and builds up and builds up so much until finally KAAAABOOOOMM! Complete physical and mental break down. Then it starts all over again. Forever. I really don’t know where I was going with this, but I’m sure if you think about it for a minute you’ll make a connection somewhere. Besides, if your so sure that when you die you go to heaven and are finally rejoined with your god that you haven’t seen in like forever, why aren’t you in a huge fucking hurry to get there? I’ll never understand humans.